Sometimes I think I have done about all I am going to do. I am rehashing the same old thing day in and day out. There are just a few more of life's milestones left. They will happen with or without me. It is like I have nothing more to do. Like I am waiting for the next bad thing to happen.
It is sad to look back. I see every company I worked for is gone. Nothing mattered. I was pushed along by the wind of time that scattered the bits of where I was and what I did into nothingness. Almost everyone I have known are faces I see looking out the window on the train of time. In a few moments, they are gone, left in the past and not seen again.
I am being pushed along to the end of my track. I don't see much up there.
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